Mon Rantings de Fromage.

We Rip The Faces Of Hookers At Bay Point. I start every single morning with a breakfast of iron. I eat nails and shit razors. Then I go to my computer and delete every single piece of fanmail I have recieved within the night without even bothering to read them. The amount of daily fanmail is measured in googolplexes. That is because I am a high-profile rock star and people would kill to be allowed the grace spending one hour with me. About 90% of the European population have my name tattooed somewhere on their skin.

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F E E Z Y.

Hi, how are you. What’s happening?

Man it feels like its been forever. I dunno. So erm.. you know I proberly should of went into this with some type of idea. Nom nom, what do I wanna talk about? I really have no idea. Oh here’s a random thing:

So I was thinking a few days ago. Hmm… what would be a good nickname for me? And then it came to me. There is:

and I thought hey, why not… and now theres FEEZY.

F E E Z Y. Thats me. It’s my rapper name. It love aint it?

so keep your love lockdown
your love lockdown

Dude I think I’m gonna put money everywhere now. So right know my granma is in Alaska. Meh. Alex Pardee came out with a new book. Awful Homesick go buy it. I just wanted to throw that out there because he’s the reason why I paint and do art realated thingy ma bobs.

(Places post stick not into mouth to eat)* oh wait I need that! La De La Doop. My hair is gettin’ LONG LONG LONG.

Oh!

Do you want some? I thought you would. BOOYA! BOOYA! BO- BO- BO- BOOYA! YA! YA! I wonder what the back of my head looks like? Owl eyes: o.o (I think thats how you do it)

I’m Quasi Modo. It was the night of the 23rd…

Hey Fahh I was just wondering
GET OUT!
Never mind, never mind.

Mmmm, Hey oh!!!!!

Oh by the way, you just lost the game. Oooo brought that up didn’t I? dig. wow people probably hate me now. Pahah. To the United States of America.

STOP! Hammer time. Poop. That didn’t make any sense.


Notes  09/04/10